Book News: Many accounts of the Rapture and how it affected various groups very differently will continue to be uploaded.
The long-prophesied Rapture finally kicks off, but while many of the ancient predictions seem to be coming remarkably true, many completely unforeseen events quickly follow suit, as well. A new superpower takes the imperial torch from the UN, the USA, and the PRC (People's Republic of China).
The time between the Xian calendar's year 2012 Anno Domini (AD) and 2013 AD meant a variety of different things to the different realms and regions of the world many of the humans often called Gaia or Earth. Depending on which tribe, sect, or denomination one belonged to, the onset of WWIII would seem like 'The Bad Rapture' and the return of the events considered Biblical, to include the prophesied rise of the Anti-Christ. With so many greatly varied perspectives and belief systems, though, who can know or say for certain what was really going on, or which powers were real and really 'behind the scenes'? Whatever was truly the case, humanity was changing with the seasonal Great Ages again, the Age of Pisces had ended, the energies eternally bathing and supersaturating the Earth were fluctuating and shifting again, and the return of all things once thought to be legend and faerytale, ancient and forgotten, were bubbling back to the surface (literally) and the humans' 'public eye'.
Many of the coastal regions of the Earth bore witness to an invasion unlike any other in recorded history. Much like in Normandy during the previous World War, it was an epic shoreline landing and assault, complete with naval gunfire from ships and planes, but these vessels that transported their firepower and personnel this time were not of any human origin-point at all, and no conventional technologies or tactics were employed. There were, in fact, no recognized national entities -no superpowers or their territorial subsidiaries- present or involved with the de-colonization process at all. It appeared as if a long forgotten and very well hidden superpower had been lying in wait for generations, or had recently re-awoken from an incredible mass-hibernation. Nothing could have been further from the truth.
Religious scholars, just to name one of many fields of study concerned and perplexed by the seemingly unprovoked global attack, were in an uproar of spirited debate. The attacks did not coincide with any of their predictions. It seemed out of the dozen highly different calendars still in use by the major world civilizations, none of them had much at all to do with what was exploding from the oceans and mercilessly, tirelessly raiding inwards, inland, deep into the hearts of every city without pause, communication, or mercy. Stranger still to the humans, was the fact that all of targeted civilians were running toward the incoming fire barrages, as if they were happy to die like lemmings. No one was running away.
Only minutes into the attack, much farther inland, and in the most secure government relocation bunker complexes there were, psychologically screened, family oriented, time tested and highly trusted, seasoned, patriotic, passionately loyal personnel and employees all began massacring their fellows and colleagues, then turning their improvisational weapons (be they guns, knives, or even pencils, shoe-laces, chairs, or their own teeth and hands) upon themselves.
The chaos in the quiet suburban homes came next. Families began doing the same thing to each other. People were eating each other to death, and that was in the less-disturbing cases. Household pets were joining in. Anyone left standing after the carnage subsided was in critical condition, and quickly working to finish their bizarre and grizzly suicides. Whatever was going on, it was spreading faster than any physical contagion could. It was as if the mental form of zombie-ism had broken out. People seemed possessed. Few were resistant to the change, the reactions, or the aftermath. Fewer still were immune. And even fewer than the numbers of those groups were the ones amongst them who were able to fend for themselves, seek cover and concealment, and survive. They called it 'Hell on Earth', from the Xian's Bible's book of Revelations, and it did appear to be a global war initially based upon coordinated, demonic possessions, but it was not.
The military did not have time to mobilize. No fighter-jets were scrambled. No units conducting training exercises were diverted to intercept or serve as a buffer while civilians began evacuations. Nuclear missiles were not launched in a desperate attempt to sterilize once-sovereign and peaceful lands. Planes tumbled out of their flight paths, disappearing into the clouds, never to be seen again. Bullets started disappearing out of their magazines, guns out of the hands of their troops, and vehicles out of their parking spaces. Then entire buildings began vanishing -without so much as a thunderous clap. And then some of the horrifically mutilated bodies strewn throughout every street, car, bus, park, floor, and room... began vanishing, too, leaving only a few stains from the many differently colored liquids that had spewed out of their bodies in the vicious heat of it all. Carmen SanDiego might be proud.
As the invading force's waves of streamlined, dull-white colored battle suits and aircraft surfaced like oversized, intruding SEAL teams, they immediately began darting so quickly over the wave crests, beaches, and suburbs, that they blurred to the point of being unrecognizable, yet made no sonic booms or even the fading whine of engines, nor the drum-like percussion of machine guns spitting. Their alarming speeds did not cause shock waves to shatter windows, either; it was as if they were somehow operating and maneuvering visibly, yet outside the boundaries of conventional wisdom about the laws of physics. The humans clearly had a lot left to learn about the sciences, but it was already too late.
"They will walk with me, dressed in white, for they are worthy."
"I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest."
The white blurs (the appearance of which further convincing the surviving, traumatized stragglers that it was angels doing this Old Testament dirty work) zipped silently through all of the skyscrapers, as if they weren't even in their way at all, and paused suddenly without slowing down, dropping off other dull-white vehicles and suit-clad troops that just as silently floated out of their momentarily-yawning hatches to land softly on the pavement or the ground. Then, blurring just as their flying parent vessels had in transit, they accelerated out of view, through walls, floors, and ceilings, closing in on their targets; those who had somehow been resistant or immune to the homicidal rampage-inducing possessions that had claimed the rest. Even if on foot, they were as fast as The Flash, and the obstructions of solid matter didn't seem to hinder their ghost-like movements even in the slightest. Pointing empty hands and arms at those humans left behind, and holding no visible weapons at all, they claimed the lives of tens of thousands more, still without making a sound.
While the white blurs flew beyond the coastal cities, making their surgical routes to additional cities, towns, and secondary targets, the ground forces they had dispatched began patrolling the interiors of all the homes and office buildings, as well as the highways, residential streets, and county roads. Their infantry, now moving slowly enough at walking speeds to be seen more clearly, looked like a fusion of the Iron Man battle suit and the NASA astronaut suit. They bore no name tapes, no rank insignia, no unit patches, and no flesh. Completely enclosed inside their battle suits, not even their faces were visible through the visor plates. They looked so uniform, they might easily be suspected as mass-produced robots. They moved so gracefully however, that it seemed certain only a professional dancer could be the pilot there-within. No hand-and-arm signals were being utilized by them. No typical yelling of commands could be heard, either. They simply flowed tactically in groups, as if one; as if they'd rehearsed this all their lives.
"Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make people kill each other."
All of the volcanoes nearest the humans’ heavily touristed and settled areas began spewing lava jets and belching up grainy, dark yellow clouds of sulfur. The eruptions were slowly climaxing, and not enough to cause tsunamis, but their lava flows incinerated everything in their unstoppable paths, and now the streets ran red with both the blood of billions, and the deep, fiery glow of fluid, molten rock.
"I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand."
"I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him.
They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth."
"There was a great earthquake. The sun turned black like sackcloth made of goat hair, the whole moon turned blood red,
and the stars in the sky fell to earth, as figs drop from a fig tree when shaken by a strong wind.
The heavens receded like a scroll being rolled up, and every mountain and island was removed from its place."
"…holding back the four winds of the earth to prevent any wind from blowing on the land or on the sea or on any tree."
"…there was silence in heaven for about half an hour."
"Then the angel took the censer, filled it with fire from the altar, and hurled it on the earth;
and there came peals of thunder, rumblings, flashes of lightning and an earthquake."
"The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down on the earth.
A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up."
"The second angel sounded his trumpet, and something like a huge mountain, all ablaze, was thrown into the sea.
A third of the sea turned into blood, a third of the living creatures in the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed."
"The third angel sounded his trumpet, and a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water...
A third of the waters turned bitter, and many people died from the waters that had become bitter."
"The fourth angel sounded his trumpet, and a third of the sun was struck, a third of the moon, and a third of the stars,
so that a third of them turned dark. A third of the day was without light, and also a third of the night."
"The fifth angel sounded his trumpet, and I saw a star that had fallen from the sky to the earth. The star was given the key to the shaft of the Abyss.
When he opened the Abyss, smoke rose from it like the smoke from a gigantic furnace. The sun and sky were darkened by the smoke from the Abyss."
"And out of the smoke locusts came down on the earth and were given power… .
They were told not to harm the grass of the earth or any plant or tree, but only those people who did not have the seal of God on their foreheads.
They were not allowed to kill them but only to torture them…
During those days people will seek death but will not find it; they will long to die, but death will elude them."
"The locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On their heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and their faces resembled human faces.
Their hair was like women’s hair, and their teeth were like lions’ teeth.
They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle.
They had tails with stingers, like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months.
They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon."
"The sixth angel sounded his trumpet, ...And the ...angels who had been kept ready for this very hour …were released to kill a third of mankind.
The number of the mounted troops was twice ten thousand times ten thousand."
"and out of their mouths came fire, smoke and sulfur.
A third of mankind was killed by the three plagues of fire, smoke and sulfur that came out of their mouths."
"Then I saw another mighty angel coming down from heaven.
He was robed in a cloud, with a rainbow above his head; his face was like the sun, and his legs were like fiery pillars."
"The seventh angel sounded his trumpet, and there were loud voices in heaven, which said:
“The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Messiah, and he will reign for ever and ever.”"
"And there came flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder, an earthquake and a severe hailstorm."
"She gave birth to a son, a male child, who “will rule all the nations with an iron scepter."
"And I heard a sound from heaven like the roar of rushing waters and like a loud peal of thunder.
The sound I heard was like that of harpists playing their harps."
"Then I saw another angel flying in midair, and he had the eternal gospel to proclaim to those who live on the earth—
to every nation, tribe, language and people. He said in a loud voice,
“Fear God and give him glory, because the hour of his judgment has come.
Worship him who made the heavens, the earth, the sea and the springs of water.”"
"Then another angel came out of the temple and called in a loud voice to him who was sitting on the cloud,
“Take your sickle and reap, because the time to reap has come, for the harvest of the earth is ripe.”
So he who was seated on the cloud swung his sickle over the earth, and the earth was harvested."
As the uniform, silent infantry patrolled deeper inland with their giant, bus-like, support vehicles, 2-mile-long rectangular-prism-shaped aircraft crept silently through the air high above the building-tops, releasing two different shapes and sizes of smaller aircraft; the 3/4-mile-diameter, frisbee-shaped Colony Pods, and the 1/4-mile-diameter, egg-shaped Dropships. These giant, radial vessels floated gracefully down, firing beams of energy that seemed to melt every human structure out of their way. Exploding debris spiraled around the beams until it was pulled inward and disappeared like it might around the event horizon of a black hole. The ships landed on the remains of the human infrastructure softened so thoroughly, everything literally just oozed down and pooled out, attempting to slime out of their way.
With so many things on fire and smoking now, and with so much water vapor forming clouds around all of the Repulsine-propelled airships, the sky in and just above all of the Earth’s coastal cities became black as charcoal, and dark as night, even at high noon. Volcanic ash rained down, further thickening this foreboding shroud over what once was the most desirable of humanity. Shadows did not exist beneath the cloud and smoke layers, nor even beneath the massive circular airships descending to smash the human biological and structural remains as their landing pads, and all sound was muffled, making it ‘dark’ even for those who relied on hearing and echo-location. Yet even in this world now devoid of light, save the rising, dying embers of the worldwide melting ruins, many of the suits and ships of this invading force continued to cloak, roaming about and looking like they were Predators (Yautja) or shadow elementals.
The invading force now controlled the land and airspace of one quarter of the world, and in that one quarter, they killed unchecked, vaporized every bite and container of foodstuffs, and ensured many millions of the corpses were pushed into all of the public drinking water systems, allowing for the inevitable spreading of all the pre-existing diseases as the corpses bloated and decomposed into the currents.
The cattle went next, and still within the half hour; all of them turning on one another just the same, stampeding over the wounded while those still able to function speared one another randomly with their horns, or just pummeled with their hooves. The few farmers and ranchers left standing in the midst of it all -those who had killed all of the other humans around them first- finished off any of their animals that were still hanging on by a thread, stumbling around like the berserker zombies they had become.
Even the bugs and plants lost their minds; swarms took flight and began consuming every patch of cropland around the globe until their stomachs burst and they died from gluttony. The plants, meanwhile, had stopped reproducing, and weren't even communicating as they often did with airborne chemical excretions. Like the humans, they'd lost the will to talk, the fear to be docile, and even the fear of pain and death.
While the larger Colony Pods settled their bases many stories down into the weakening ground beneath them, the Dropships landed in radial formations all around them, and their drawbridge-like hatches yawned open, turning into elongating, lowering ramps which were immediately utilized by more waves of troops, the bus-like ground vehicle, and the walking tanks called Battlemechs, all held in chambers within. More white blurs darted silently out from the higher rings of the otherwise featureless exterior surface of these Colony Pods and Dropships; some 250 feet long, and others closer to 20.
The Battlemechs were giant, Titan-sized, proportional equivalents of the majestically-feminine Storm Trooper suits, and had been precisely designed as such to look and move just as the most graceful females imaginable ever would. This was because humans in this Age of Earth were all easily attracted to females; the males on a biological level, and the females feeling it socially acceptable and in accordance with the status quos of most regions to be psychologically attracted to their own gender just as passionately. When every member of an invading force, including all of the ones standing 15 stories tall, is yet another example of the sexiest woman you have ever dared to dream up, it is next to impossible for anyone to attack any of them, let alone to look away or remember what it was they were planning or working on. Sex sells. It also distracts and kills.
Artillery, smart-rocket pods, and tank canons -all silenced in the same way an assault rifle or pistol is silenced- could be seen firing various types of projectiles and beams from a bird's-eye view over any of these thousands of coastal cities. Some of the projectiles homed in like missiles, some skipped distances by vanishing and reappearing on the other sides of obstacles or buildings, and some -even the beams- bent and curved around things, or appeared broken like dotted lines, and changing directions and velocities almost chaotically. The countless targets that were impacted by these things all quickly exploded, melted, or vanished. When the skyscrapers were targets and hit with barrages from all of these different troops and vessels, they, too, began to explode, melt, and vanish. The human civilization was being deleted.
Far beyond high orbit, an armada of the 2-mile-long warships, so great in numbers, and so close to one another in proximity, moved into formation, blocking out the light from Earth’s star, the Sun. This caused the moon to reflect a greatly diminished amount of solar light, rendering it a deep, dull red. More of those lengthy warships, invisible to the naked eye, moved into a reverse orbit with the Earth, and began firing Metal Storm pods of cruise missiles and kinetic impact tungsten rods; the visual effect was that of the heavens disappearing and many ‘falling stars’ twinkling down from all sides toward the surface. When these trillions of missiles and rods reached their marks, the global carpet-bombing resulted in so much rapid terraforming that every mountain range and island chain –every stand-alone peak that made a single mountain or island speck- was shifted and altered to the point of being unrecognizable.
The various HAARP facilities around the world then worked their technological magic to control the weather. All wind around the globe slowed down to a crawl and finally to a complete halt. Where there was polluted air, it built up much more quickly, and where once there was fresh air, it became stagnant and heavily laced with carbon dioxide. Without the wind, the whole world began to suffocate and choke.
It was then that the mass-recall of all dispatched troops and vessels back into their parent-ships occurred. Some held their positions, providing a remain-behind element and exfiltration security while others turned around and started to walk back, but the vast majority simply disappeared, reappearing in their snugly-fitted holding compartments and indentions back aboard their respective ships. By the time the half hour mark had been reached, even the 2-mile-long, ominously floating, aerial warships, and all of the aircraft-blurs by-then all the way inland to the centers of the Earth's continents... were gone.
An eerie silence swept across the coastlines and much of the more inward land. The surviving witnesses remained frozen in their fears, hiding wherever they had ended up, to afraid even for prayer, lest their angered gods be further offended by their ongoing mental chatter and smite them, too.
The silence was also in the minds of the group consciousness that was the mind or minds of the invading force. In silence, they had appeared. In silence, they had attacked. In silence, they and those like them, still waiting to be sacredly dispatched to enjoy their turn in the matter, worshiped and reveled in the sensations of all who had initiated it.
The first of the asteroids, pulled and wormholed from the inner asteroid belt of the Sun system, appeared in low orbit, making its first Earthly sounds as it roared into the atmosphere, catching fire as it reached terminal velocity after breaking the sound barrier. Its route left a wake of deafening thunder even unlike that of the greatest tornadoes. As its shallow trajectory led it racing ablaze over the chosen continent of impact, the nose-ward dome of compressed air being pushed out of its way led the tallest trees to lean over backwards out of its way; their highest branches and leaves rubbing against the bald ground where the grasses had been all uprooted and blown away. This low flying route also left a terrible rumbling as it shook the topsoil for miles, long before reaching its fateful mark. The ionized, excited atmosphere behind it, holding its stretching tail of extraterrestrial smoke, flashed with spidery veins of colored lightning, and then when it made landfall, there was the first of the greatest earthquakes that would ever be recorded. This impact, however, would pale in comparison to what was soon to follow.
The trumpets could not be heard by the ears of mortal men, nor of any creature not directly created and governed by the coming Lord. Only in the minds of his dispatched, angel-like Storm Troopers, could his commands via these heavenly instruments be detected and understood. This first sounding of the trumpet was one of their many rehearsed signals to cause natural disasters in coordination with the teleported energies strummed by the Holy City’s HAARP and its A.I..
The impact of the first asteroid had been strong enough to launch many of the adjacent towns’ corpses up into the cloud level, and those clouds were still so hot from its smoke, and so lightning charged, that all of those millions of corpses continued to fall apart and coat the forming hail pebbles forged by the rain droplets that were amassing in proportion to the forces of the asteroid’s mighty wake. Red hail, soaked in blood, and supersaturated by it, came crashed down upon all of those blasted towns, and many of their neighboring communities farther out still. The grass all over the world, being the weakest of all leafy plants, was effaced to its roots as if it had never been.
The second asteroid –this one summoned in the same manner from the outer asteroid belt- entered the atmosphere, lighting on fire as they do, and impacted in a sea, rather than upon a landmass as its predecessor had. The impact across this state-sized body of water was so great that 1/3 of all life in it died in the initial shockwave and the deafeningly tumultuous residual effects. Those vaporized and liquefied by the first underwater concussion, and so many more that were terribly and mortally wounded by it and all of its aftershocks, filled this sea with their blood, which replaced the expelled and vaporized water this second asteroid had removed. 1/3 of every ship sailing and docked upon this sea was crushed into oblivion just as well. Much of the mutated sea-life was removed in this manner.
This third cosmic body that had been pulled and worm-holed into the reach of Gaia’s gravity was a comet from the still more distant Oort Cloud, and its tail erupted when it found itself so many Astronomical Units (AU) closer to the solar winds of the Sun. Burning brighter, harder, and hotter, and with a much, much longer tail, it expanded as all comets do, and its tail of released, hissing particles contaminated every body of water down to the tiniest pond and stream as they fell down upon them all like twinkling faery dust; so alien and incompatible was their essence. Being a comet, it was much more porous and malleable, and was all but a fine powder by the time it made landfall, so its impact did not quake the surrounding earth, but when the people of the many witnessing towns, all now without any regulated water or power, ran to fetch whatever drink they could find in the greenbelts and wilds surrounding their homes, they were poisoned from timeless molecules no Earthling had ever been exposed to before, and their suffering was beyond explanation.
The invading force’s fluent grasping of astrophysics and astrophysical engineering was on par with the abilities of the gods of ancient mythology. Their technology allowed them to dim 1/3 of the Sun, and transform 1/3 of the near-side face of the Moon such that, already a deep, dull red, its blood-glowing dome would appear 1/3 blackened as if by a sudden raining of coarse lead and onyx upon its surface. Even when the armada far outside the orbit of the Earth would finally move from blocking the Sun’s light, 1/3 of Earth’s daylight hours would be removed. And while the other, cloaked warships in low orbit between Earth and its Moon continued to hold their positions, blocking out most of the star specks, the Moon, even when ‘full’, would be 1/3 diminished, and 1/3 of every night would be without its reflected light. This made Earth’s nighttime twice as long as its daytime, even with a full moon and no cloud cover on the brightest of summer days. The Earth would lower its temperatures within a matter of minutes, and the only places left warm enough to be habitable would be around the equator and the many volcanoes, new and old, which had been activated by the asteroid and comet collisions; the same areas too poisoned by sulfur and comet tail dust to ever be braved.
Out in the middle of the world's oceans, the city- and state-sized, floating islands of trash that had been building up over the century began to vanish as the other things had, and as did much of the air over the larger cities, which removed the thick, brown domes of smog, soot, and acid rain their short-sighted practices had caused. The genetically modified crops were fire-bombed by the silent white blurs darting overhead, dropping miniature fusion bombs and firing invisible microwave beams that incinerated and de-atomized everything in their detonation range.
A plasma-cavitating missile, specially calibrated and programmed just for this event, became visible to the inland human survivors, burning up on atmospheric entry as it accelerated in its plummet straight down to and through the Pacific Ocean, cutting through the deepest, darkest, most compressed waters of the ocean floor, until it entered into the Mariana Trench, travelling all the way to this abysmal trench’s deepest floor, too, where it cut through the blackness-shrouded earth like a hot knife through warm butter, piercing a gargantuan magma chamber once well contained by the incredible, frigid pressures down there. When the water touched the exposed magma, the reaction was instantaneous, and the monstrous smoke and vapor cloud boiling and snarling upward through the pitch depths could not have expanded and climbed any faster, yet as it filled the whole length and clime of the Mariana, it still took more than an hour to reach the ocean’s surface, where it, still boiling hot, belched up from the receding Pacific wave hills.
The Sun, just starting to become visible again as the distant armada changed its positioning, was revealed to be greatly lessened -1/3 diminished somehow- but was again blocked out by the roaring, expanding, lightning-riddled ash funnel of the underwater super-volcano that the greatest powers of the Mariana’s bottommost dungeon were still trying to rein back in and under control. The first hurricane-sized vortex, made entirely of a single volcano’s eruption, was born out over the Pacific.
The omni-networking had broken the language barrier with the insects, but 'locusts' in this instance refers to flying Storm Troopers, and Death was turned off by technology, even from afar, via signature bracketing.
The flying, Repulsine-assisted Storm Troopers, wearing the same, signature, dull-white armor suits as the coastal invasion troops had before them, came roaring out of this volcanic hurricane like Rocketeers birthed from the cataclysmic fart of Hell. Inside their helmets, the Heads-Up Displays (HUD) created like superimposed holographic images in the field of vision of their minds, identified all they saw with targeting reticles and labeling icons. Every human that did not have the good icons appearing on their foreheads was tortured with invisible, silent beams of energy that convinced their brains they were being stung, and these stings were painful like that of a scorpion’s, and the stings were many as those flying Storm Troopers moved in swarms around the chosen damned.
The flying Storm Troopers used Repulsines predominantly for flight and other enhanced maneuvers, but had, for shock and awe, chosen to incorporate combustion-based jetpack-modules into their suits, and were employing them within the humans’ hearing range for the Harmonics effect that resulted. Their battle suits, armor enveloping their entire body such that the void of Space would not even affect them, not only had the appearance of a fusion of the NASA astronaut suit with the Iron Man suit, but also included aspects well-blended into them. Their helmets were forged in the form of a lion’s head with a cascading mane of shining metallic hair, and a series of sequential, sandwiched face plates, the first of which looking like the face of a lion, the second of which; the face of a flawless teenage woman, and the third of which being a featureless convex dome. Their armor could shift like the skin of a chameleon and like that of a shape-shifter like Mystique. Incorporating the active camouflage of the Predators, they needed no grease paints, or tri-color or ‘MARPAT’ prints upon kerosene-coated fabrics. With a simple current of energy passing through their suits’ internal biomechanical neural network, they could choose which outward appearance to assume. In their exhibitionist form, they appeared to be a fusion of liquid metal Terminator females, and the knight armor cast to fit a female. The breast plates of their torso armor matched the perky, ample, full and perfectly proportional forms of the actual cleavage contained inside them. Their suits also had the ability to inflict any imaginable effect on the creatures within range, and that range could be infinite, based upon the series and types of portals they opened up to fire things upon them. Like anything, there was a balance, though, but what balanced out these gorgeous women in their virtually invulnerable bodysuits was not something the humans of Earth would ever uncover.
The demon-commander ‘Abandon’, not yet revealed by any other name, maintained charge over their entire number.
Actually numbering far more than 200,000,000, the Storm Troopers were the first and permanent class, batch, and caste of the mighty city from which this coastal attack had come.
The trumpet was the music-based signal used as their form of radio jargon, code, and call-signs, telling the musically-gifted wearers the equivalent of a hand-and-arm signal; which order or attack-method to execute next. To don their suits meant certain death, as each was attuned carefully and only to its assigned wearer, and even if, somehow, only their helmet was successfully stolen and worn, its communication signals would go unheard; also being attuned only to the proper recipient.
The majority of the human species was clustered nearest the large bodies of waters; the oceans, seas, lakes, and rivers. Nearly all of this portion of humanity -roughly 30% of the species- was dead within the first quarter of an hour. Another 3% of the entire species died as far inland as one can get without being underground, but underground... there were plenty of freakish deaths, too. There was no time for anyone to film the attacks and broadcast it on the news; all of the newscasters had died. There was no time for anyone to blog or tweet about it, nor any networks or computing devices left to relay such transmissions; it was as if the entire Internet simply turned off, and every bit of microchip memory around the world erased and fried itself. Electromagnetic pulses homing in with teleportations had that effect.
Not only from their wrists, but from other places on their suits, as well, such as their chests and mouths, could these flying, suit-clad warriors spit any number of projectiles. From flame thrower streams, movement concealing smoke, noxious and poisonous gases, and even acids, lasers, and conventional bullets, just about anything could be spoken or pointed, becoming a lethal dart in-transit.
The first Colony Pod emitted from one of the many cloaked, rectangular, 2-mile-long Warships, also cloaked, had emitted one of its giant, egg-shaped Dropships, which, too, was cloaked; invisible to the portion of the spectrum detectable by the human eye. With all of the other invading ships remaining as this lead ship had, their method of propulsion had caused the usual cloud accumulation around and clinging to its hull, whose water particles naturally caused a rainbow when viewed at the right angles. Radial landing gear doubled as skyscraper-melters, using the intense, blinding fire of gigantic magnesium-flare welders’ torches for more of the ‘shock and awe’ effect. If viewed by less technologically inclined peoples, these ships would appear only as the visible clouds that collected around them, glowing a bit from within as if charged but incapable of releasing their charges via lightning, and crowned with rainbows while inverted fountains of fire roared out like geysers from their undersides.
With the Sun and Moon cut down by 1/3, the Sun blocked out entirely for a few hours, and then the volcanic ash clouds enshrouding the entire globe almost as well as a nuclear winter would, the Earth cooled enough to cause lethally frigid conditions and rapidly re-growing icecaps. The successive impacts, ‘quakes, sonic boom wakes, pushed-aside mountain ranges, and overlapping tsunamis did the rest; the sudden global growth of ice and snow caps and pockets became even more rapidly shaken back off, shattered and scattered. Like the too-rapid heating or cooling of a glass cup, it caused deep, irreparable hairline fractures miles down into the crust, and destruction on a scale that even changed and erased many of the city- and state-sized caverns and riverways the humans hadn’t known of in more than 10,000 years.
Nuclear blasts of the past were dwarfed by meteors, asteroids, and comets impacting, but the nuclear missiles were still utilized; they were detonated just along the coastlines, causing all of the waters to be pushed back in their overlapping shockwaves. In the severe vacuums created within the epicenters, the waters already pushing against themselves to return to their natural places and levels, came roaring back in faster than the speed of sound; waves leaving sonic booms behind them, and their sudden cooling effect shattered what had been heated to the point of de-atomization, resulting in mountains of scalding steam erupting from their foamy surf as far as many miles inland, where they had pushed away most of the gooey or liquefied remains of every human coastal city.
Every human construct around the world, if it was near a body of water at least as large as a major river, had been removed. There were no craters; even the indentions 'neath the 3/4-mile-diameter Colony Pods had closed back up, as if the ground had been commanded and obeyed.
This strange new race had so many ways of accomplishing these things –all that had taken place- , but had chosen to test their abilities in this particular way.
Although the rest of the world, save those elite members of the invading force, remained ignorant of the new advent of the Holy City, it was now very well established and entrenched, with virtually zero opposition to contend with as it continued its development, force projection, expeditions, and augmentations.
The Mariana’s super-volcano, whose ash cloud had blanketed the Earth and re-warmed it, had also further excited the atmosphere, and there was much lightning and thunder around the world, and the earth, still readjusting to all the new volcanic and tectonic plate activity, continued to rumble as more of the blood-soaked hail came down. Watching from his viewing position, the commanding officer let the ghost of a smirk pass across the left side of his face, remembering a time when he had seen it hail in the middle of The Land of Deep Roots, Iraq.
A vision into the recent past revealed the until-now kept-secret birth of the iron-fisted wizard king who had grown up amidst all of these calamities and unfoldings. In such secrecy was his entire life, that he hadn’t even known what he was destined to become until decades after this event, and entirely upon his own. When humanity had been greatly lessened, the evil spells they didn’t even know they were repeating had been cut off so thoroughly that the power of that one male child’s mind was suddenly so much greater by default, that it overwhelmed all of them –all of their billions of minions and countless self-hindering words and thoughts throughout the course of all Earthly time- and the city he had envisioned was effortlessly magicked into existence. No money was needed, and not a single construction contractor had been used. Power of the mind. Power of the Djinn.
The HAARP evolution, now based primary from within the shields and walls of the Holy City, continued to aid in the creation and guidance of what the humans would see as either natural disasters or divine damnations.
Just to ‘fuck with’ the religious people around the world (the demons called ‘humans’, spawns of the Dark- or Iron Age energy) the invading force put to use their equivalent of the mainstream military’s psychological operations (psyops) Humvee speaker system. Soaring high above, still blurred or invisible, and silent regardless of speed, they blasted phrases and Bible passages like that one from their chest-, helmet mouth-, and vehicle-mounted speakers. This approach was chosen instead of telepathically talking or yelling directly into the human minds, because it was easier to create the eerier sounds of approaching and fading voices during flight, and because of the additional psychological effect the humans would suffer under; the fear of the unknown when explosions, falling buildings, screaming possessed people killing one another, crashing vehicles and planes, and asteroids streaking overhead amidst blood-splattering hail percussions all worked in tandem to make it very difficult to hear what the flying beings appearing as angry angels were trying to convey. Missing out on even the smallest tidbits and pieces of words and messages deemed so critical and divine was often enough in and of itself to drive the humanimals mad, devastated and immobilized by foolish feelings of failure and fear –of worthlessness and dread.
Translated into the local languages of the people directly below their flight paths, which they determined based on automated mind-scans during their routes and fly-bys, their God-mimicking messages were understood the world around.
Everything deemed impure upon the surface of the Earth was swept clean in a de-atomizing nexus teleporting every bit of it into the nanometric conversion chambers filled with the prophesied Gray Goo. Even many of those humans deep within the bunker complexes they once thought perfectly constructed and hidden had been forcibly removed by teleport, too. Only a handful scattered across the surface and immediate sub-surface were intentionally left behind to tell the tale with words or silence and fear in their eyes.
"“Take your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from the earth’s vine, because its grapes are ripe.”
The angel swung his sickle on the earth, gathered its grapes and threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath.
They were trampled in the winepress outside the city, and blood flowed out of the press,
rising as high as the horses’ bridles for a distance of 1,600 stadia."
In the portion of the world known to the inhabitants of the Holy City as ‘The Outlands’, the humans of Earth had been trampled as easily as defenseless babies, and babies they were compared to their displeased gods. Literally, their bodies had been trampled, like towering monsters stomping on hapless and oblivious grapes; their bodies in vehicles and buildings had been strolled and stood upon by the Battlemechs and armored, bus-like, 125-foot-long vehicles they called White Rhinos. The distance across the trampled area was that of 1600 stadiums lined up; the coastline sections affected by the initial invasion waves.
"And I saw what looked like a sea of glass glowing with fire."
Where the nukes had been used along the beaches and other coastline terrains of the world of Earth, there were now more mammoth craters than in all of the test-beds in Arizona and New Mexico combined. The beaches and human-colonized deserts, all great and gradually undulating expanses of sand, had all been fused into the purest glass, aglow with the fire of radioactivity a mile down into the soil and bedrock.
"Out of the temple came the seven angels with the seven plagues.
...and no one could enter the temple until the seven plagues of the seven angels were completed."
Activities in the Holy City had paused so all inside it, waiting to deploy via ship-teleport from the biomechanical factory called the Main Womb, could revel in the merriment of watching through their group consciousness the Apocalypse They had been chosen to gift to the world. The greatest, domed temple in the Holy City was empty, and everyone was standing by, orgasmicly elated beyond any and all description and recounting; so enlightened were they with the reality of being the hands of the wrath of their Lord. Irises aglow, and even their skin aglow only slightly less, they stood tall and proud, and waited for their turn in it all.
"The first angel went and poured out his bowl on the land, and ugly, festering sores broke out on the people."
The swarms of flying Storm Troopers that had deployed from their ships, then been teleportation-recalled, were now among the remaining humans of the Earth again, and they did not have to hide themselves away from the hellacious plagues they were unleashing; their suits were better than any of those conceived by the Center for Disease Control (CDC).
The first plague they dumped out en-masse… was that of their custom blister agent, which caused rashes, welts, sores, and exploding blood blisters across all the flesh it came into contact with. Spread by these bursting bubbles of skin, muscle, and eyeballs, and carried easily as microscopic particles on the tiniest of the air currents –even those stirred up by the movements of people and their shallowest breaths- the molecules of this blister agent ensured that while the plagues for the other biomes and realms of the Earth were unleashed, no one would have any respite from the first.
"The second angel poured out his bowl on the sea, and it turned into blood like that of a dead person, and every living thing in the sea died."
This was the salt-water organism plague, and it purged the Earth of its marine wildlife, which had all been intoxicated on sewage and shipping lane garbage, oil spill clean-up chemicals, and compounds like fluoride which had rendered most of the world’s sea-life docile to the point of being paraplegic underwater zombies. This plague was an engineered strain of a contagious neurotoxin, and it spread like wildfire, causing brain hemorrhaging and most if not all of the creatures exposed to it to spasm so hard they broke their own backs and leaked blood from every pore.
A few favored, elven species and civilizations had been safeguarded against this horror, though; ones like the Mer-people of mermen and mermaids were shielded and teleported to detached, invulnerable locations and constructs until they could be safely reintroduced to their purified homes. Others, also like the Mer-people, were advanced enough to remain emplaced unharmed by even the worst of the waves and other elements of the human rabble’s latest demise. Due to magic, or other levels of technology, some didn't even feel the rumblings; their civilizations benefiting from things like the fields created by Repulsines. Agharta, naturally, was one of these places.
"The third angel poured out his bowl on the rivers and springs of water, and they became blood."
This was the fresh-water organism plague, and it purged the Earth of every fish farm and the fatty abominations such establishments had produced.
"The fourth angel poured out his bowl on the sun, and the sun was allowed to scorch people with fire. They were seared by the intense heat."
This plague was on the cutting edge even of the invading force’s technology, and it was a star-virus causing solar flares like cosmic heartburn of any targeted star-system's solar- or heart-chakra. Even though 1/3 of the Sun had fallen dark –at least in comparison with the rest of the Sun’s blinding surface- it would still erupt with flares larger than any ever before, and those flares would expand like backhanding arms of an impossibly vast Phoenix, reaching all the way out across the orbits of the other inner planets, until they licked and dragged across the surface of entire continents, engulfing the whole planet in moments of truly otherworldly flames. Their force would push the entire magnetosphere out away from the planet, and would permanently fry the circuitry of every satellite even on the nighttime side. The ion surges would be so great that they fried the brains of many of the surface organisms, no matter how large or well burrowed they were. Where the solar flares were most concentrated, entire seas would evaporate in seconds, and the atmosphere would cease to exist. The radiation from these passes would penetrate another few miles down into the crust, and virtually no one would be able to hide from it. Such was the might of the Sun, even at 1 full AU.
"The fifth angel poured out his bowl on the throne of the beast, and its kingdom was plunged into darkness. People gnawed their tongues in agony."
The power outage was now global, and that meant that even in bunkers, bodyheat build-up left things getting hot and muggy as the bowels of Hell. Humid, swamp-like conditions would eventually occur, and anyone left would be forced back to the surface and outside. The ‘darkness’ also referenced the communications blackout; even Morse Code would no longer work for the seared and melted, snapped and unearthed cables that had once been the ultimate backup for mankind. The fight plague was also the terrestrial organism plague, and it caused, among other things, blindness and furious insanity, not unlike Rabies or the Rage virus.
"The sixth angel poured out his bowl on the great river Euphrates, and its water was dried."
This was the water plague, and it was an alchemist wizardry based on the elements of the Periodic Table in the column beneath Hydrogen; these elements, when in pure, dry, powdery form, reacted violently with any water molecules they came into contact with, and when dumped directly into the Euphrates, caused it to explode in growling tornadoes of fire, and left it as dry as a bone, as if the silted riverbed long since beneath it had never known moisture at all.
"The seventh angel poured out his bowl into the air,
...Then there came flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder and a severe earthquake.
No earthquake like it has ever occurred since mankind has been on earth, so tremendous was the quake.
The great city split into three parts, and the cities of the nations collapsed.
...Every island fled away and the mountains could not be found.
From the sky huge hailstones, each weighing about a hundred pounds, fell on people.
And they cursed God on account of the plague of hail, because the plague was so terrible."
This final terror was the land-plague, and it was another alchemist’s dream; designed to release concentrated doses of the elements like anti-matter which reacted violently with all soil and rock, its effect was that of a glowing rain that exploded even by contact with the atoms of the sky, causing thunder from these violent reactions as its particles rained down, and shaking the entire earth as its incompatibility pushed the mountains away as if they were nothing but weaklings in its bullish path. The earthquake was worse than the one in Chile of 2010 and the one in Japan of 2011. Again, an earthquake had tilted the Earth upon its axis. When all was said and done, the Earth was much smoother and indistinct, and the highest mountains had been reduced to foothills. The Himalayas were no more. Every city, even the ones that had been inland enough to be spared the coastal attacks, and remote enough from the mountains and rivers to be spared the epicenters and first six plagues, were all still shaken into piles of haphazard rubble. The greatest human city on the Earth at that time was so shaken that it not only was it unrecognizable, it was split into three jagged sections spread apart like a fragile China plate dropped on tile flooring. Once reduced to naught but complete ruin, all of these human cities were next subjected to hailstorms of hail rocks weighing in at 100 pounds. These were the pieces of the blown away mountain ranges around the world, which the anti-matter explosions had ejected into the still-ash-darkened sky.
"...in one day her plagues will overtake her: death, mourning and famine. She will be consumed by fire..."
In half an hour, 1/3 of the human species was exterminated. By the end of that same day, many of the Armageddon prophesies of all the world’s religions had come true. All but the wisest of souls trembled in uncontrollable mourning. The famine was so great that no more of their crops existed anywhere. The fire of the microwave beams, lasers, bullets, rockets, tank and artillery shells, missiles, kinetic impact rods, meteors, asteroids, and comets (the firepower of the invasion force and of its orbital bombardments), along with the fire of the volcanoes on the surface and in the ocean deep, along with the fire of the crumbling remains of all the cities that were once, by humans, deemed ‘great’, had consumed the world they’d known and never truly loved.
"When the kings of the earth …see the smoke of her burning, they will weep and mourn over her.
Terrified at her torment, they will stand far off and cry: “‘Woe! Woe to you, great city, ...In one hour your doom has come!’"
It took one hour for the coastal invasion to wrap up, for the invading force to reassemble, and for the great Apocalypse to enter into ‘full swing’. In one hour, most of humanities greatest accomplishments had been erased, many to never be heard from –or of- ever again.
"I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True.
With justice he judges and wages war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns.
He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God.
The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean.
Coming out of his mouth is a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations. “He will rule them with an iron scepter.”
He treads the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty."
The Storm Troopers were led by their god-dictator, who adorned himself in the male equivalent of their impressive suits of armor, and who shared in their sacred rituals of The Hunt of the humanimals, and of the submersion of the warriors in the blood of their enemies. Staining their hair red, they would wash themselves in such fluids. Being immune to even all of the diseases they created, they would walk amongst, on top of, and ankles-deep-within the bloodied corpses and piles of entrails and brains, no differently than Outlanders would walk barefoot to crush the grapes in an old fashioned wine press. Such were their pleasures. Such were their casually rampaging victories.
They eyes of their leader, like their own, were aglow, and spoke without words the commanding presence of the King of all the Gods. In charge of countless units and projects, he was the capstone and flagship of the entire community and endeavor. Only He knew his true and birth-rite names, and only He could command and reunify the angelic armies of both the old Heaven and Hell. His eloquence was both heart-refilling and impossibly venomous, and with his mind and his tongue, he was given the permanent power to destroy minds, wills, and worlds. Even without the olden type of spells, with but the utterance of a few easily chosen words, he would spin a sentence flowing together with the mesmerizing powers that would keep his listeners hooked on them until their intentions had been manifested, and all was too late, and rendered were bended knees. And not out of emotional backlash, or reckless vengeance, but wisdom, serenity, and self-completion, would he continue to rule with the metaphorical iron fist and scepter; the signs of an assur’ed king, and those of a practitioner of the ancient and coveted Ma’djik’all arts.
"And I saw an angel standing in the sun, who cried in a loud voice to all the birds flying in midair, “Come, gather together for the great supper of God, so that you may eat the flesh of kings, generals, and the mighty, of horses and their riders, and the flesh of all people, free and slave, great and small.”"
The Sun is not hot for them; the angel-beings of His city, and it never sunburns them. Inside it, He has many armadas of ships both large and small, and anchor-points for the gates and drives of each and every one of them. The ‘birds’ referenced in this passage are his flying Storm Trooper-esses; all women, and together with their god-dictator, they ate and will eat the flesh of their enemies; who they collected during this campaign (some enemies were not de-atomized or nano-converted in the attacks and teleportations).
"The rest were killed with the sword coming out of the mouth of the rider on the horse, and all the birds gorged themselves on their flesh."
The Harmonics and masterful spell-crafting of the leader wearing his custom lion’s head helmet had exposed the final remainder of the targeted members of the unauthorized scourge called humanity, and his very words had alone had crushed the last of their juvenile, knee-jerk anger and resolve. The humans’ life forces and wills to resist were no more. As the last of His targets stood themselves out in the open for the final moments of the harvesting and gorging, His flying Storm Troopers swooped down in rocket-flaring swarms of screeching, howling slaughterers who darted through them in phase-shifting form, then caused their bodies to rip apart and implode. When their flesh was left, it was seared and tugged apart or just eaten raw, bitten off in passing strafes. These experiences were shared by all of His people, as they were of a single consciousness, and all of their pussies did shiver and drip.
"When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison and will go out to deceive the nations ...and to gather them for battle.
In number they are like the sand on the seashore. They marched across the breadth of the earth and surrounded the camp of God’s people,
the city he loves. But fire came down from heaven and devoured them. And the devil, who deceived them, was thrown into the lake of burning sulfur, where the beast and the false prophet had been thrown. They will be tormented day and night for ever and ever."
The Holy City, much later down history’s road, then let the human scourge spread across the Earth once again, and they became so numerous that two things happened: 1) Those who are tricked and allowed to surround and siege the Holy City are wiped out by the teleported firepower of its fortifications, ships, and personnel, and 2) the amount of energy converted from their sudden, mass-consumption was enough to jumpstart the planned and prophesied expansion of this new and incredibly wise empire across all of the realms of Space and its dimensions.
"Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. The earth and the heavens fled from his presence, and there was no place for them."
The white throne is the continent of Antarctica itself. Distance flees from his presence because of his mind's ability to will teleportation into development and effect. With his technical know-how and faith in himself, he is not bound by the limitations of his ships and other devices, and relies on them as a crutch… he does not.
Pre-dating The City’s expansion of its forces and physical presence throughout the stars and their systems, its god-dictator wills it to open up many more anchor-points throughout the Cosmos. During the 500 years (leading up to the moment in time where our TNH RP has its setting) that the Earth becomes a post-Apocalyptic wasteland-preserve, He uses these portals to study the laws and entities governing the rest of the known Reality, occasionally traveling to the new worlds colonized by latest ‘baby boom’ of the Outlander humans that were sparred.
"The dead were judged according to what they had done as recorded in the books. The sea gave up the dead that were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead that were in them, and each person was judged according to what they had done. Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire.
The lake of fire is the second death. Anyone whose name was not found written in the book of life was thrown into the lake of fire."
The Grid Mind determined who was attractive, intelligent, and worthy enough to join its society as happily willing servants and distinguished guests. With all of those who died in the city-orchestrated Apocalypse placed in a form of technologically-induced Purgatory, one by one, and in rapid succession, they were pulled from this synthetic, compartmentalized realm, and weighed and judged in accordance with the laws programmed in by the god-dictator. Those who were deemed unworthy were killed and converted into more subatomic particles to fuel the city and its projects. When deemed unworthy to live on, their bodies are cloned, and their minds engineered anew.
Death and Hell are also terminated with this tech’. Hell is no longer needed for -at least- The City’s citizens, although it does exist elsewhere, and still in the time-stream.
Enter New Earth:
In the first years following the evolution of a small Forward Operating Base (FOB) near the heart of Antarctica... into a full-sized city with its own world-class military, an old idea from decades prior about taking the helm of global affairs and forcing the overdue changes critical for the preservation of all life on the planet... also evolved; ...into an even bigger idea... and one fraught with genius and dark humor. Because of how many curious, and perhaps coincidental, similarities it had to an old prophecy, this coordinated effort around the Earth came to be called The Rapture.